 And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river. |  |  Everybody has one. Everyone tries to move Ahead or Away from it but the truth is they all move along with it. It carries us in its arm, like a love child. In Past we incubate, it gestates us every Moment. Past is categorically the present, and the initiator of our future.
2013 |
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